One night, right after they had showered, Ophelia stood in front of the mirror, looking at her big belly with a scowl on her face.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, standing right behind her and wrapping his arms around her. The baby immediately reacted to his presence kicking and moving inside her. The first time he had done that, they had been amazed.
“I’m huge, how can you find me attractive?” she grumbled.
“Sweetheart, you’re carrying my child. You’ve never looked more attractive to me, believe me,” he said, pressing his hips against hers, allowing her to feel his hard cock.
She rubbed her round ass against him moaning with pleasure. “I still feel like a whale,” she said, complaining.
“It won’t be long now,” he assured her, and that fact scared him a little bit.
The doctors were ready to do the C-section when the time came, but he couldn’t help feeling worried.
She turned around to meet his eyes. “Then, we shouldn’t be wasting our time,” she said, in a seductive tone as she pulled his head down and brushed his lips against hers.
Feeling the fire sizzling again between them, Bretdon cupped her face and claimed a passionate kiss on her lips. His tongue slid into her mouth and assailed every inch of it, marking her as his property, before he allowed her to breathe again.
Sliding his hands down her curvy body, he caressed her belly a few times, enjoying the baby’s response, before he made her turn around and bend over the bed’s footboard. Pushing gently, he made her spread her legs a bit more with his knees, while he slid a couple of fingers down her wet slit.
She was incredibly wet, and he pushed his fingers deep inside her, while his thumb played with her engorged clit. It only took him a few thrusts and rubs to have her begging for release.
As eager as she was, he slid his hard cock deep inside her growling his pleasure.
Thrust after thrust, he guided them both through the path to paradise and in no time, waves of sheer pleasure crashed over them, pushing them over the edge and right into an ocean of bliss.
When the waves finally subsided, he pulled her against his chest and hugged her tight. “I never thought I would find this kind of happiness,” he whispered in her ear. “My life was so sterile from the very beginning, so cold and empty I never dreamed things could be different.”
She turned around to face him. “You make me that happy, too. I had lost hope I would find that perfect match my mother always told me about, but now I know it’s you,” she confessed.
He looked at her as if he couldn’t believe her words.
“It’s alright if you don’t feel the same,” she quickly assured him, turning around looking for a robe to put on, suddenly feeling too exposed. “I just thought you should know how I feel, that’s all,”
He captured her, stopping her search and lifted her chin until she was looking at him. “Of course, I feel the same. I have no idea when I fell in love with you, but there is no doubt in my heart about my feelings for you,” he assured her.
She let out a sob, too amazed to utter a word. She couldn’t believe her hard cyborg was confessing his love for her. “You love me?” she finally mumbled.
He kissed her sweet lips. “I love you, more than I thought it was possible to love someone.”
She threw herself into his arms, as much as her belly allowed her and hugged him tightly. “I love you too, so much I would die if I ever lose you.”
He cradled her face and kissed her again. “You’ll never lose me,” he promised, his lips pressed against hers.
“But, you want to leave for Arcadia,” she murmured, remembering his desire to leave the planet.
“It was never my plan to leave you behind. You’re mine, and I would have taken you with me, even if I had to kidnap you.”
There was some darkness in his tone, but she didn’t mind. She loved the fact he would do anything to keep her at his side.
He took her to bed and covered her body with caresses and kisses before he made love to her again, this time, in the gentlest way he could, worshiping every inch of her.
“I love you,” she murmured, right before she fell asleep, drained from all the lovemaking and the emotional roller coaster she had undergone that night.
He kissed her forehead. “I love you too,” he whispered before he jumped out of bed.
When he had accepted the invitation to stay in the caves, he had decided to become a member of the guards that insured the safety of the people living in it.
He had started by asking the council to replace the curtains by actual doors, and now he also took shifts at guarding the entrance.
That night, he was scheduled for guard duty, and once he was sure Ophelia was sound asleep, he left the room and headed to the entrance.
Ophelia woke up and looked around trying to figure out what had awoken her. She was alone in the room since Bretdon was working his shift at the caves’ entrance, so she knew it hadn't been him.
She turned on the lights and looked around, trying to determine what disrupted her sleep, when a searing pain crossed her belly and took her breath away.
She was in labor.
Scared, she pressed her hands against her tense belly and tried to sooth the pain, to no use.
Before she could breathe normally again, another contraction crashed over her, making her let out a small cry.
She needed to get some help. Her mother no longer slept in the room next to hers. She had protested a few weeks ago they were too loud for a woman her age, so there was no one around.
She got out of bed as fast as possible, but the contractions were getting more frequent and a lot more painful.
She put on her robe and breathing hard she walked to the room’s door, making a couple of stops on the way, to regain her strength after each contraction. She finally made it to the door and opened it.
By then, she was feeling a tremendous pressure in her lower belly, and she was sure she wouldn’t make it to the infirmary. Remembering Bretdon’s enhanced hearing, she called out his name, as loud as possible.
Bretdon had spent the whole night feeling restless. He was the kind of men that relied more on his mind than his instincts. But that night he hadn't been able to shake off the feeling something was about to happen.
The sun was about to come out on the horizon when he heard someone shouting his name.
Startled, he looked around. “Did you hear something?” he asked the men with him.
“No, we didn’t,” one of them assured him.
But he heard it again, and since he was paying attention to it, he recognized Ophelia’s voice.
“I have to go, Ophelia is calling me,” he yelled at the other men as he ran towards their room.
It only took him a couple of minutes to reach her. She was clinging to the door, breathing hard and clearly in pain.
“The baby… is coming…”
“I’ll take you to the infirmary,” he said picking her up in his arms.
“No!” she shouted. “There’s no time, I can feel him almost out,” she added, breathing hard.
Scared as he had never been in his life, he took her back to bed before he returned to the door and let out a loud shout for help.
“Bret… please… I need you…” she called out to him, and he immediately returned to her side.
Trying to control his panic, he accessed all the information he had on delivering babies and crawled on the bed, asking her to part her legs. He needed to know how far she was.
“Damn,” he muttered when he discovered the baby’s head almost completely out. It was looking sideways, and he quickly realized he had to help him rotate.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, barely breathing.
“The baby is almost out,” he told her, trying to hide how scared he was from her.
“What’s going on?” a woman at the door asked.
“She’s in labor. Please call the doctors,” he shouted.
The woman disappeared. And Bretdon went quickly to the bathroom and washed his hands before he returned to her side and started helping the baby to face down.
“Bret… I need to push…” she warned him and before he could utter an answer the baby was sliding out of her into his arms.
Ophelia let out a loud cry and fell back on the pillows, exhausted.
“What happened?” the doctors entered the room and rapidly took over the situation.
One of them took the baby from Bretdon’s arms and cleared his airways, while the other two checked on Ophelia. In no time, they had the baby lying on her chest, sobbing his annoyance for being kicked out of his mother’s womb.
Dr. Jones handed him a pair of scissors. “Since you did all the hard work, I believe you should have the honor to cut the cord,” he said with a smile.
With a huge knot of emotion closing his throat, he nodded and proceeded to cut the cord. Ophelia looked at him, crying in silence, too amazed by the small miracle in her arms to say a word.
He took a seat next to her and kissed her forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded and smiled.
“We need to take the placenta out,” Dr. Smith warned her. “Why don’t you hand the baby to Bretdon, so that you can push a little bit more?” he suggested, and she did as he told her.
Bretdon held the baby in his arms and stepped aside, to allow the doctors to help her.